He smiles, devastatingly handsome, oozing danger and masculinity.
“Lie down on the bed,” he commands.
Heaven help me, I do.
ChapterSeven
SUTEK
The smell of Elana’s arousal is thick in the air. I never thought I’d be in this position. In fact, I refused to let myself dream of it.
My hands shake as they reach toward the smooth expanse of her back. Everything about her body is soft—delightful curves and dips. She has no hardness, no scales, no defenses, and no protection...from me.
I hesitate.
“Sutek?” she asks. I’m thankful her head is tilted away from me, so she cannot see the indecision marred on my face. I hear the vulnerability in her voice, the fear. She fears rightfully that I would hurt her, as I’ve hurt so many others.
Unable to stop myself, my fingertips graze her skin. She jolts beneath my touch, tiny bumps spread across her pale flesh.
“What is this?” I ask, leaning closer to examine the reaction. My hot breath fans across her skin, causing more of the tiny bumps to form.
“I think you gave me goosebumps,” Elana laughs.
“Is this a bad thing?” I ask. The words do not translate properly. I get brief impressions of some avian creature, but I cannot reconcile how such a beast might cause these bumps at all.
“It means I’m very sensitive,” she tells me breathlessly.
To test this theory, I run the tip of my claw lightly across her skin. She sucks in a breath, but before I can pull my hand away, she arches to press herself closer.
“That feels so good,” she murmurs. “It’s been so long since I’ve just relaxed, you know.”
My chest tightens as emotions and instincts rush through my veins in strong waves. She’s so responsive. She trusts me to continue touching her, even when she’s vulnerable. I need to protect her from everything and anything.
I hesitantly deepen the caress, my fingertips digging gently into stiff muscles. Her body grows limp under my ministrations with every press. Each breathy gasp she makes has lust blooming in my body. I alleviate her aches, only for my body to throb with the need to claim her.
My hands drift lower, massaging her lower back muscles. She squirms, her backside jiggling with each shift of her body.
“You need to stay still,” I say as I boldly let my hands slide lower until one large hand covers her cheek. She stiffens for a moment, then leans back into me.
“It’s hard to stay still when what you’re doing makes me...”
I knead the flesh, delighting in the way my fingers press in and leave marks, but not bruises. I could do this all day and never grow tired. Of course, it’s even harder when her heady scent permeates the air.
“Do you want more of this?” I ask, my voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it. I’m filled with delight to see more of these bird-bumps scatter over her body.
Her hips tilt, as if she’s begging me to explore her further. Pulling her cheeks apart, I find she’s very much like my own species; truly amazing. My finger runs down the seam of her cheeks, grazing her backside. She jerks beneath my touch but doesn’t tell me to stop.
The desire to pin her down, to thrust myself deep inside her, is overwhelming. If I don’t stop touching her now, I won’t stop at all. In a desperate attempt, I pull myself away from temptation.
Elana shatters any control I have when she rolls onto her side in bed. Her body faces away from me, but I’m presented with the dramatic curve of her waist and hip. They would make the perfect places to grip her while I...
“I want more,” she whispers. In a bold move, she rolls until she’s lying on her back, one of her knees propped over my own. My breath is taken away when it gives me a good view of the pale flesh of her thigh and the dark patch of glistening curls that conceal her sex.
I can’t tear my eyes away from the visual delights she offers so freely.
“Please,” she whispers when I don’t move, my muscles locked tight.
My cokas pulses in my trousers at her words. I’m fairly certain all the blood in my body has centered in that one part of my anatomy. I can barely think. I shouldn’t be doing this; I’m the wrong kind of male for such a delicate and sweet female, but my brain isn’t functioning.
